An: I decided I didn't have enough memories in this story, so I'm going to input more. I'm trying something new with this, integrating both real-time and memories at the same time. Also olivia, I didn't cry when Ella died the first time I saw Cowboys and Aliens, it's only since these pills. Please review, otherwise I won't know if you guys love it/me.

I downed another drink, my third in twenty minutes. The loud music of the club was blaring in my ears. Normally, I would have found a target and gone after her, trying to drown my problems in promiscuous sex with random women, but ever since Cameron had kissed me, I just couldn't do it. I flashed two fingers at the bartender, signaling for another drink.

"Remy, Where are you?" Allison called as she stepped through the front door. She held her keys in one hand, her purse in the other and an a4 piece of paper tucked into her breast pocket. She had noticed that Elena's car wasn't parked outside.

Cameron wasn't in the best mood. They had just lost an entire family of five, including a six month old. She decided to stop in at a club on her way home. Ordering a Manhattan, Allison turned her back to the bar, letting her eyes wander over the crowd. Letting her sexual frustration towards Remy, mix with her normally hidden bi-sexual side, she started checking out both men and women, trying to make her mind up if she wanted to take of them home. A brunette leaning against the bar caught her eye. She was facing away from her, looking out over the dance floor. Cute ass, Allison thought. When her drink arrived she asked the bartender to give another one to the brunette.

Remy wasn't on the couch. A now cooled bath sat in the main bathroom. An empty shot glass sat on the kitchen table. Cameron started to worry. Ivy's room was empty, the house seeming relatively desolate without the bubbly nature of the three year old. Allison headed towards the master bedroom.

I looked up in surprise as a Manhattan was put in front of me. "I didn't order this," I protested. "From the blonde at the end of the bar," was the barman's bored reply. Turning to face the sender, I took a drink, only to spit it out as my eyes met Allison's. The blonde looked shocked. I decided to be brave one and wandered over to her.

Allison saw Remy lying on the bed, bottle of vodka in one hand, sleeping pills in the other. Allison dropped everything she was holding. Her eyes filled with tears. She walked up to Remy, trying to find any signs of life.

"What are you doing here, Cameron?" she had to shout to be heard over the music. Cameron didn't answer, she just finished her drink. With Remy looking quizzically at her for answer, Allison grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the club. She hailed a cab and continued to drag Remy, this time into the cab. Remy passively followed Allison, interested in what was happening.

Allison bit back a sob. Remy's pulse was racing, her breathing erratic. Eyes flitted rapidly behind her eyelids. She grabbed the vodka, it was unopened. Allison's heart leapt as she reached for the pills. They too, were unopened. Allison grabbed Remy's shoulders.

We were inside Allison's apartment. She threw a CD into her stereo and classical music started playing. She grabbed my shoulders, starting to slow dance with me. I was confused. "Allison, what is all this? Why are you doing this?" I ask her. She looks at me, a smile on her face. She leans in and kisses me. I'm taken aback, but push myself into the kiss, deepening it. She pulls away and leans in, resting her chin on my shoulder. "I like you, Remy. I really like you. You're all I think about."

Allison started shaking Remy's shoulders, trying to wake her up. "Remy. Remy, please, wake up baby. Please don't do this to me. WAKE UP." Allison started crying hysterically, still shaking her.

I was amazed by this confession and I was about to reply, when she started shaking me. "Remy," she yelled. "Remy, baby, please wake up." I got confused. This made no sense. This wasn't how it happened.

I awoke with a start, sitting straight up. Allison, who was straddling my legs, was knocked onto the ground. I blinked several times to get my bearings. It had been a memory, a pleasant one. "Allison, are you okay?" I pick her up. "Allie, why are you crying?"

Allison didn't answer, she just wrapped her arms around me and collapsed into my embrace, sobbing. I didn't understand what was happening, I just wrapped my arms around the wreck that was Allison and held on.

Allison pulled away, wiping a tear from her eye. She grabbed my chin with one hand, looking into my eyes. I stared back at her. She slapped me, hard. The jolt knocked me to the side. Memories jumped through my mind, only to be pushed into the back of my mind as she slapped my other cheek. I didn't say a word as Allison slapped me another two times.

"You idiot," Allison yelled at her. "You absolute idiot, you scared me. Don't you ever do that again." I still hadn't moved from the position I was in after the slap. My hands were still by my side, my cheeks stinging from the blows. "Stop this shit, Remy. I'm on my last nerve. I know you lost your memory and I know it's been hard to adjust, but if you do this again, I'm leaving. And I'll take Ivy with me. She cant be around you like this."

I felt numb, the pain from my cheek evaporated, but so did any sense of warmth. I shivered. Allison continued to stare at me, before sighing, in disgust or what I couldn't tell. "I'm getting rid of all the alcohol in this house. Then I'll be on the couch. I'm not sleeping in here until you get your shit together." With that, she left, taking the vodka and pills with her.

I sat on the bed, unable to move, feel or think. Everything was spirally around me and I was out of control. Maybe it would be for the best if Allison and Ivy left, they wouldn't watch me slowly deteriorate until nothing was left.

In a daze, I found myself wandering into the bathroom. I turned on the shower and stepped in, not bothering to remove my clothes. I sat on the bottom, hunched in the fetal position as the icy water beat down upon me. But I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel a thing, atleast until the tears started falling down my face. The warm tears created trails of warmth against the cold water. Before I knew it, I was sobbing my heart out, and I hated myself for it. In the past week, I'd cried more then I had my entire life. I felt weak, I felt broken, and I felt alone.

Then Allison was there. "Remy," her voice full of concern, "Come on baby, let's get you warm." It wasn't until she said this that I noticed how much I was shivering. My skin was blue and my teeth chattering. Ignoring the fact that I was soaking wet, Allison pulled me into an embrace. "I love you, Remy, don't you ever forget that." She whispered into my ear. I started crying into her shoulder, truly feeling loved for the first time I could remember. As I stood there crying, memories came flooding back. The birth of my daughter, quitting the diagnostic team, my first valentine's day with Allison, all memories that I needed, that I cherished. They all came flooding back, overwhelming me as I cried against Allison's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Allie. You didn't deserve this. It's my fault. I never should have got involved. I only hurt the people I love." I sob into her ear. Allison's clothes are soaked, but she doesn't pull away. Instead she does the opposite, pulling me closer.

"Let's get you into some warm clothes." Allison steered me towards the bedroom. I stood still in the centre, still sobbing as Allison pulled away. She rummaged through the drawers and closets, before pulling out a black hoodie and pair of sweat pants. She pulled off my soaked clothing, treating me just like a child as she changed me. She showed how much she cared, by making sure I was fine.

I curled into a ball, underneath the blankets of our bed. Allison was changing, then she joined me, wrapping her arms around my waist. I turned around to face her, staring deep into her blue eyes. She gave a small smile, a solitary tear floating down her face. She leaned into me, and gave me a small peck on the forehead. "Go to sleep, Remy. I'll be here, just sleep." I tried to fight it, but I drifted off in Allison's arms.

On a side note, my life is slowly deteriorating in front of me. My sister dumped her kid on me, so now I am not only taking care of my girlfriend, but also my two year old nephew. I've taken a leave of absence from work, and my girlfriend got fired, so I guess we're lucky I have both a trust fund and wedding savings to fall back on.

My laptop died, so don't expect anything with for a while. Im still going to finish this however.